Patience | Justin Bieber

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The Eiffel Tower.

Shit god damn this thing is beautiful. And small. Quite surprising actually. Thought it'd be bigger idk.

Lol me the first time seeing a dick.

KIDDING.

"Say cheese" Justin says. I decided to run around the city of love with Justin today. WOW CHEESY. But yeah propose to me under the Eiffel Tower pls JB.

Nah but all I wanted to do today was get my Eiffel Tower pic. Same with him. Twins.

"No that's too mainstream"

Poor him having to deal with me being difficult.

"Say jerry"

You fuckin what?

"What why Jerry? Who's that?" I say with a confused looks.

"Oh just a friend, I think you'll like him," he says with a smirk. The fuck is this kid up to tho.

"Is he boyfriend material?"

He laughs, "sure, why not..."

I hesitate at first before eerily saying, "jerryyyyy" he laughs as he takes my photos and I stand there for a minute until I realise he is taking a million of them, "okay damn, that's enough"

I start to make my way over to him, he's still taking photos, and I trip a quarter way there. He gasps and runs over to me to help. I lay on the floor, dying.

"Fuck, Grace, are you okay?" He says frantically, kneeling beside me.

"Justin..." I turn my head to him, "Eiffel over," and I give him a smirk.

"You did not just do that for the pun," he said standing up.

"What can I say, I'm a talented comedian I can't help it?" He laughs and shakes his head at me before offering a hand. I stand up without any regards to his chivalrous gesture and begin to walk away. He follows behind me.

"Hey I was trying to be a gentleman!" He says, catching up.

"Feminism bitch. Go listen to 'I don't need a man' by the Pussy Cat Dolls," he laughs again.

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Okay so we've been walking for what feels like years around Paris and this Jerry thing is pissing me off. He makes me say this guys name every time we take a photo. Like I'm trying to crack onto you JB, not this Jerry guy DAMN.

"Can you quit it? Who the fuck is Jerry?" I say walking over to him after taking another photo in a pretty and yet totally abandoned street.

"Don't worry about it, babe," he saying looking through the photos of me he just took.

"Well you keep making me say this guys name so I'm obviously gonna be curious... when am I going to meet him?" He laughs rather loud and obnoxious causing me to step back a little.

"Do you want to meet him?" He says wiping the tears from his eyes. Dick head.

"I mean, youve made him out to be a nice guy I guess.. so I guess so idk...."

"I knew it," he says with squinted eyes and I give him the world most confused look. This shit is so suspicious. I take out my phone and open google, determined to find out who this guy is.

"What are you doing?" Justing says trying to look at my phone.

"Looking up who Jerry is to you? You're pissing me the fuck off," I say typing into the google search bar. Justin's expression quickly turns frantic and he attempts to take my phone from me.

"No don't!" He says. The FUCK. NOW I really want to see this guy. I run away from him, waiting for my question to load.

He's running after me for a about 5 seconds until I stop in my place seeing the search has finally come through. I click on photos to be faced with an abundance of Justin's NUDES.

I turn to him, he is wide eyed and he snatches my phone from my hands. I don't need it anymore, I've seen all I needed to see.

"Jerry is your dick," I say with no emotion. He scratches the back of his neck.

"Maybe..."

"You sick son of a bitch!" I say slapping his arms a few times.

"Ow ouch stop stop stop!!" He yells and I continue to slap him.

"You disgust me!"

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!" I eventually stop hitting him.

"You made me take photos all around Paris saying 'Justin Biebers Dick' during every photo, you asshole!"

"I know I know. But you have to admit, that was kinda funny."

I glare at him for a second before breaking by cracking a small smirk, "I will admit no such thing." And I cross my arms in front of me. He chuckles before walking towards me and throwing his arm around my shoulder.

"Why the fuck is it called Jerry anyway?" I say as we begin walking towards a more populated area, his arm still around my shoulder as he grips onto and rubs my arm.

"I don't know..." he says looking at his feet as we walk.

"Well that's not Jerry good, is it?"